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... ming shadow-creatures. Lyra stood on the observation deck of the highest spire, the wind whipping her cloak around her. The city’s last defenses were failing. The resonance cannons had fallen silent, their crystalline energy sources drained by the oppressive, life-sapping aura of the Dead Wind. Her personal guard, the brave sky-sailors of her Queen’s Own, were engaged in a desperate, ship-to-ship battle with winged nightmares in the churning clouds below. They were losing.
’This is it,’ ...
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